My twisted thoughts as collaboration between the lines. Took the time to go deep in my mind and erase all the visions that weren’t true.
Apologized to myself for leaving me behind and grasped on to the truth… I love with a part of me that I can’t get back. So I guess I’ll just begin again.
C L Cunningham
Happy Thursday night I hope it’s as good as you need it to be
Balance the difference. I like to think of it as energy. The difference between having your head in the clouds and your life down below.
The importance is not what you know. But by how you figured it out.
Once you know what life is about you’d choose differently and find the joy of simplicity.
C L Cunningham
I thought my home was with you if only I had known what you were going through.
Today I received some stellar news.
I found out a poem that I submitted had been published. I’m thankful for the blessing. I had envisioned myself being in the magazine back in my youth and still went for it as an adult.
I am excited for the chance to live out some of my dreams.
The magazine is called Fine Lines and here is the link to the issue that I am featured in. Enchantment by C L Cunningham
Today is a wonderful Wednesday and I hope you’re having a good one.
📸finelinesmagazine Nia Karmann
Whispering hollows of satisfaction and lust as it turns into love.
Trust pushed to the boundaries of one’s soul the anticipation grows deeper.
The depths of our energy exchange ignites a fire of pure passion and seduction.
We become one body one mind one entity flowing through this universe together.
C L Cunningham
It’s Friday my beautiful souls and we need to approach this day as we do them all. With love and compassion. I hope your turn day turns out beautiful.
“When neither is attended,and I think the nightingale if she should sing by day when every goose is cackling-Amelia Bassano aka William Shakespeare… (The merchant of Venice-Act V, Sc.1
I stumbled upon a cup of tea in the mournings light and found her name in the stars amongst the God’s of then when love was written with a pen covered by blood ink -C L Cunningham/ Amelia Bassano
Little Simz vibe with my mind at ease.
It’s easy to please with my fingertips vibrating on the main screen of your mind.
But can you find time to understand my ever flowing stream of desire for you?
Come with me through this facade that we’re playing.
Another day to stay away from the truth.
Shadow of what we used to be yet still beginning to find our way home.
The Summer of 2018
By C L Cunningham
Methodically the summer breeze sets my mindset at ease as I lay in this chair. Legs up and messy pineapple puff I type away with thoughts of you.
I don’t know what you’re doing right now or even if you’re alone. Yet all I want to do is be next to you.
Light touches and a warm embrace. If life is a race into those arms I’m in first place as I reach for your love to pull me towards you.
My dinner date for two as hours turn into weeks and weeks into months as I wait for the universe to bring you to me or me to you.
Some would call me foolish for hoping but hoping is better than dreaming so why shouldn’t I love you at my best?
I’ve seen you search for me even when you didn’t know what you were searching for and still our hearts found one another.
We are beyond magic.
We are infinite and that’s all we’ll ever need.